Sometimes the microphone falls into the piano
Sometimes the microphone falls into the piano.
Remember when Adele powered through the bad gig, at the Grammys?
Yesterday, I played gig #996.
I brought the wrong guitar. (Both Taylor cases are black.) Then, my speaker stand broke. But first, I pinched my right-hand pinky in the mic stand setting up.
Guitarists are correct to say, “At least it wasn’t your fretting hand!” However, the pinky rests on the pick guard, so by the end of the gig, not only was I fighting off the dull pain, but the blood blister burst, and my acoustic was covered in blood.
I counted the tip jar this morning. I earned $2 in tips last night. Awesome!
Gig #996 was not my best gig.
But this isn’t my first gig to play on a bum-finger; or for equipment to break during a set. It’s not the first gig where I sing “Damn Fine Day” and remind myself why Natalie and I wrote that song.
And it won’t be the last one.
Part of doing the work is getting through the rough gigs. You show up for the great gigs when you push through the bad ones.
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